Hundred Dollars

City girls are all the same

They play you like a pinball game

Oh what a summer

Making love to make believe

Their hearts are on not up their sleeves

Oh what a summer to lie

Under violet or to guys that ask for your number

Oh would you wonder why

If I paid a hundred dollars for the chance to see you cry

And a hundred more to see you cry again 'stead a singing

No no body's warmer to the touch than hers but you'll never

Know know anything as cold as the heart of a city girl

This imaginary friend

Can't remember he's pretend

Oh what a summer to lie

Under neon and glass or to me as I ask for your number

Oh would you wonder why

If I paid a hundred dollars for the chance to see you cry

And a hundred more to see ya cry again 'stead a singing

No no body's warmer to the touch than hers but you'll never

Know know anything as cold as the heart of a city girl

We took a hammer and chisel to the cornerstone

'Cause the building had to come down

In a show more pretty than practical

For to satisfy the city girls around

Oh it was beautiful but it fell too soon

Took a few good men and left these city guys

Who would pay a hundred dollars for the chance to see you cry

And a hundred more to see you cry again 'stead a singing

No no body's warmer to the touch than hers but you'll never

Know know anything as cold as the heart of a city girl